Friday, March 28, 2008

Things are Beginning to Bloom

After Reading Poetry in the Springtime

My office, the satchel
boldly slung
across passionate, thought-filled,
writerly me.

My desk, the table
on an uneven floor,
tucked into the corner,
though facing the world!

My muse, the Spirit,
swim-dancing in women
and men and the whole
of what fills my senses.

My joy, to sing out
with pen in hand, Amen!
Bring on love and life
in abundance, Amen!


(c)MperiodPress

2 comments:

Counselor in Process said...

I love it when the buds are just getting to to pop and the trees have that green glow that looks almost supernatural.

MperiodPress said...

Yes, it is as though Hopkins' "dearest freshness deep down things" has surfaced to shout a wild huzzah to Spring!

Hope you are well...?